Friday, 18 January 2019

Newest ebook out by Trev Teasdel - Born in Atlantis 2019. Featuring poetic flashing fictions,poems and stories by Trev Teasdel. You can read it in the window below or click through to Google drive and download the PDF version free.

Thursday, 2 August 2018

First published in 2007 by Glass Orange Publications as a physical poetry book, containing most of the performance poems written for and performed at The Writers' Cafe gigs in Stockton Tees and elsewhere.

This is a fully revised digital version produced in 2018 with

new additional material and links to the various musical collaborations of the poems, including trance tracks by Culture Fuzion ie Jim Pryal and Trev Teasdel and The Nerve.

Jim Pryal is a longstanding Coventry drummer and Music Producer who has played in many Coventry bands including Ska band Hot Snacks, Blues band Wandering John and Roddy Radiation's Bonediggers.Jim created the music for those tracks with my voice and extracts from some of the poems in the book.

The Nerve was a Tyneside band who created a trance Track around my poem Down Our Street.

To read Nightfall in Sorrento, scroll down on the viewer or click the arrow screen right to view on Google Drive where you can also download it by clicking on the arrow at the top of the viewer.

The Escaped Poet was the first poetry chapbook I produced, published by The Poetic Licence Collective 1984. It was indeed an escape from academia after finishing my degree on Teesside in 1983. Escaped Poet was a mix of lyrics, poems, stories and graphics written between 1969 and 1983 and some which I wrote for the book itself.

Some of the poems have been published in Small Press magazines or used in performance Ann Wainwright, editor of Poetic Licence promoted the book in her small press digesters and it received, at the time, a number of favourable reviews. It was revised several times in the early 1980's and this is the first digitally issue produced in 2018, maintaining as much of the original layout as possible but pages have been revised for clarity and I have adding more material make here and there.
The title of the book came from a poster on my wall as shown above!

Note To read The Escaped Poet - scroll down the viewer or click the arrow screen right in the viewer and when it opens in a new window you can download it from Google Drive by clicking the arrow at the top of the window.

Thursday, 24 November 2016

HEY UP! WHAT'S THE CRACK?

There's ghost inertia on the fringe of passionThe Art of Martial sex is well in fashionThrough Venetian specs with special effectsYou get sex by text - whatever next!Hey up! What's the Crack? Alack alackWhat's the Crack?Humanoids on a downward track.Trainspotting clones called Smith and JonesBug your deepest thoughts via mobile phonesPut credit-debtors in French-letterswith horse betters and ant petters Hey up! What's the Crack? Alack alackWhat's the Crack?Humanoids on a downtown track.The Goat-farmer from KathmanduIs wise to your Karma and illusion of you.This material world for those who failTo see the light in this urbanic trail.Hey up! What's the Crack? Alack alackWhat's the Crack?Humanoids clickety clack a downward track.There's a carboot sale on a virtual beachwith a plastic snail and a slice of quicheand a shopping mall for personalityThis banality's free on Reality TVHey up! What's the Crack? Alack alackWhat's the Crack?Humanoids slide down the chimney stack.You get post-grad cash-backFor shagging in the love-shackA 6-pack, fast-track; 0% APR, the money goes farA free toy car, so there you are!Hey up! What's the Crack? Alack alackWhat's the Crack?Humanoids caught on a salesman's camera trap.Give me Caffrey's, give me wineThis Circe society has turned you to swine.In this fiscal boom, you are what you consumeA two-timed dildo under a lover's moon.Hey up! What's the Crack? Alack alackWhat's the Crack?Humanoids slide down the snakes and adders track.It's true, it's true, life is a VindalooHot with passion, too highly spiced for youSlow down, slow down, examine your visionYour life is a bankInstant credit, instant decisionHey up! What's the Crack? Alack alackWhat's the Crack?Humanoids on a downward track.

By Trev Teasdel August 2006

POWER CHORD PRIMATE _ METAL VERSION

POWER CHORD PRIMATE _ ROCK VERSION

Words and music by Trev Teasdel. -

I was born to be wild, a wild thing running free, a bowler-hatted Steppenwolf on the steep Steppes of Santa-Anyplace. I rode a six string saxophone with a left-field pickup truck, swinging in the trees and looking to get lucky. A power-chord primate with intuitive ignition, I radioed my intentions intensely. I was Lay Lady Lay in a lay-by near Las Lascivious fretting over her laid-back arpeggios. Nothing makes sense in a wild town, you have invent all your own meanings and feed them back down, town to town. I wasn't born to be understood, I peeled the fruit of life on the run. Outside Sacramento we were Monkey Magnifico, our amps ran off with the lost chord of the planet and the audience were torn between ovation and disgust. Well that's rock n roll for ya!!

Last Sundays performance,opening for the very first Cutty Bang Cabaret show at the Music Lounge, Stockton on Tees. Most of the 20min set (15 mins) was caught on camera by Comicus Organicus. Featuring Nightfall in Sorrento, Hey Up What's the Crack, The Hypocratic Oath, Joe Toe Rag, Summer Nights - Bourbon Barbecue, Strip Jack Naked, The Stocking Exchange, Down Our Street, Dance and R & B (The Surround Sound), We Talked for Ages.

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A NEW BOOK OUT - DIRTY STOP OUTS - COVENTRY IN THE 1970'SFeatures photos and memories that I have contributed via my former Coventry Music and Arts Magazine Hobo, originally published in 1973 - 75 but which is now a major online archive site for Coventry Music - linked above.The book, authored by Ruth Cherrington and published and edited by Neil Anderson of ACM Retro, is, for anyone interested, available from Waterstones and HMV in Coventry and on Amazon UK here

"We made trunk calls under the Elephant post, bought platform tickets for our platform heels, flared our jeans for the patchwork pubs, went Loco in the Locarno, lurched outside the Lanch, queuing for tickets for T. Rex, gold blend beer in the Golden Cross, diving down the 'Dive bar, hippies, punks and bikers, silken memories of disco dancing, a wedge of memories in a radical bookshop, Two Tone chipshop or Mouldy Old Dough, last bus home or stopping out late, boom town, ghost town, Hilltop lovers with cobblestone lives, E type memories and Sunbeam smiles, we assembled the music, tuned our engines and stepped out in top gear." Trev Teasdel

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Trev Teasdel - A Short Autobiology!

Trev was born in a rush of wind in 1951, down home Coventry,

much to the surprise of the Countess Godiva and her horsemen. Here he etched his early song lyrics, wrote 'A Lotta Rain is Fallin' with Pete Waterman, ran Hobo, Coventry Music and Arts Magazine and the Hobo Workshop where the early Two Tone started in the basement below. In 1980, he came to Teesside to do a degree in the Humiliations and passed with honours - on through the Management Committee of Community Arts Middlesbrough, Teesside Writers' Workshop and the New Poetry Scene. He was performance poet turned co-editor of Voice of the North, co-founder ofOutlet and the annual Write Around Festival and later the Writers' Cafe gigs at the ARC in Stockton and the Georgian Theatre. Along the way, he published The Escaped Poet, Poet Reprobate, Nightfall in Sorrento - anthologies of his poems and a Gnome Label album of his songs Songs From the Coventry Underground 2007. He won the Northern Voices Poetry Award in 2010.This is the hub for the poetry / lyrics / stories and flashing fictions of Trev Teasdel and all poetical work is copyright.Trev's work is also in ebook form on Issuu here https://issuu.com/trevteasdel - the flip books are also embedded below.....................Nightfall in Sorrento, published in 2007, contain Trev's performance poems will be viewable on here or as a Flip Book on Issuu below. You can download a PDF version by logging in or creating an account with the Issuu Publishing Platform this is on.

Holograms from the Lilac Canopy
This a more recent book - again the flashing fictions and poems will be illustrated on this blog - but also viewable as a Flip book here via Issuu.

Picasso's Secret Cafe and the Planet of Debt
The latest book on Issuu - the note above applies to this Flip Book.

The Escaped Poet My first book produced in 1985, published by the Poetic Licence Collective.

Summer Nights Bourbon Barbecue

Summer nights, bourbon barbecue, smoke ranches in the sky, clashing glasses, Ian Van Dahl and drunken voices over the fence. Talking football, talking shop, in a flap and talking crap. Pert and flirting and unskirting comes the fight. Jilted lovers under covers, would be lovers undiscovered. The thin and fatio under parasol and on the patio. The cuckold husband, no solution, lost in the din and noise pollution. The sociable and anti social, the boastful and the meek, scranning wine and scraggy meat. The neighbours all have complaints but they themselves are never saints. Summer nights and some are pregnant. Full moon rising with its advertising the swaying stars in racing cars. No one’s sober, no one’s sane the fireworks stuck in next door’s drain. Early morning, the sun’s not dressed, stumbles through the debris in his pants and vest. The king of puke with his golden hangover graffities on next door’s Rover. Boobtube, youtube, Ian Van Dahl, it’s all ‘Castles in the Sky’!Text by Trev Teasdel Listen to it on this video -

Panavision MotionI was born in a movie, learned to walk like a star, cameras rolling. I threw my tantrums across the set and balled out the director. I lived in Panavision motion, high definition, a technicolour visionette of half improvised script. I could acquiesce for burlesque, say ' aloe vera ' to Christina Aguilera, plug into R&B and belt out ' Something's Got a Hold of me '. I took the credits and stuffed the critics and cheated on Google Glass . They called me iconic but I played it ironic whenever Christina would sing...